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I took my troubles down to Madame Roue
You know that gypsy with that gold tattoo
She's got her pad down on 34th and Vine
Seven little bottles of love potion number nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
Up in this race since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said what you need is love potion number nine
She went down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink
It smelt like turpentine and looked like Indian ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn't know if it would stay all night
I started kissing everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn't know if it would stay all night
I started kissing everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine
Love potion number nine